#grief tw

[starsallalight]

Graham's assurances hit her much harder and deeper than she ever expected them to. After all, they were little more than strangers. And she sat here lying to his face about the real reason she'd run. About what her real name was.

Trying to distract herself with the wolf could only do so much. And it wouldn't have hidden the quiver in her lip, nor the tears filling her eyes. Her face started to crumple me her nerve nearly cracked. No one, outside of her poor Papa, had ever had such faith and support in her before. With him gone now, Belle was only now allowing herself to realize how much she desperately needed, longed for, and missed him.

Raking the heel of her hand across her eyes to catch the stray tears that betrayed her, she swallowed thickly. "Thank you." Those words seemed so empty and inadequate to truly express everything she was feeling in the moment, but they were all she had.

@multiversalshenanigans : Belle & Graham

The storm had built in intensity over the last several hours, and it was with immeasurable relief that Belle approached the light flickering in the distance. A tavern, she realized upon reaching the door. True, she had no coins to offer the innkeeper, the last bit of what she had being stolen while she wandered through some random town a week or so back.

When she made the decision to run in the dead of night, to leave everything behind, she knew that her life would change. That it would no longer be what she was used to. The struggle would be more abundant. But it was better than what surely would have been her fate had she stayed. Still... Belle hadn't not found much to eat in this part of the forest. She felt ready to drop. Between her hunger and the weather, she'd not likely survive the night if she couldn't find shelter. But she what other choice did she have? She'd never know if she never asked.

Stepping inside, Belle looked around and made her way up to the bar. Lowering the hood of her torn and tattered cloak, she brushed the drenched and dirty hairs out of her eyes and tossed the braid over her shoulder. Offering a smile to the innkeeper. "Hello. I was wondering if you might exchange a bit of food and a room for some work?"

"We don't take in charity cases." The man spat coldly. "Be gone with you."

"Charity?" Belle gasped, affronted. "Last time I checked, trading labor, the same as one would money, is hardly charity. You exchange your labor to get paid, and I offer mine in the same vein. I don't ask for money. I don't ask for anything for free! I'll cook. I'll clean. Just a bowl of stew and a bed is all I ask!"

"I said be gone, wench!"

"Please, the storm... I... I have nowhere to go. I'll die without shelter!"

"You keep up that begging, and you'll die sooner! Now you can leave on your own two feet, or I'll throw you out."

Defiance flashing in her eyes, and a snarl tugging at her lips, Belle lifted her hood and trudged back toward the door; making sure to slam it as hard as she could behind her.

Pulling the cloak in closer, she lingered for a moment, trying to decide on a place to go. Well, it looked like it was looking around to find another barn or stable to pass the night in...

[martuzzio]

Legends never die, and as such, Jellie will continue to live on in Minecraft and within our hearts until the end of time. It was a pleasure to draw you, Jellie. Have fun playing in the stars.

[alarrylarrie]

Before the actual anniversary starts I just have to sort of get something off my chest so to speak.

I have said, and I will maintain- that Liam was the heart and soul of One Direction. I don’t believe that the 1D I knew and loved with my whole heart still exists. It is gone. And that is… hard. And sad. As we celebrate and remember the 15 year anniversary of the formation of our favorite band of thieves, our celebration is deeply steeped in grief. And I think it’s important to make space for that.

We have lost people on this journey of course. Fans, families, and now a band member. Each one devastating in its own right- but the loss of one of the five looms over this anniversary, these memories, this home we’ve found.

So. I will make time for my grief, but not my defeat. I wholeheartedly believe that Liam would want us to come together, to remember what was, to drink in the nostalgia, to celebrate the boys and their legacies, and most importantly to celebrate and love on each other, and this community we’ve built together.

It was Liam who said how much it meant to him that we found each other through the band. It was Liam who so often checked in on us, who connected with us, who championed the band and their legacy, who promoted fan art and fandom connections and inside fandom jokes. And so it is in Liam’s spirit and in Liam’s memory we commemorate this moment.

So here’s to 15 Years, One Direction. And here’s to Liam Payne. Thank you, for everything. We love you. 💜

[mysharona1987]

The baby is absolutely doomed too, by the way. You can’t survive and grow in what is essentially a corpse.

This is horrifying.

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

grief is saying ‘I want to go home’ whilst sitting in my living room

[pain-in-the-everywhere]

I know actual character death isn't massively popular in the whump community but I would love to see more content surrounding Caretaker's grief if Whumpee died.

Grief is such a complex, painful thing with so many emotions attached to it. Hollow, lonely, numb, angry, sad, overwhelmed, that weird kind of peace when you've finally accepted it but somehow don't feel any better.

Just something for emotional whump enjoyers to think about.

[yyshcul]

(dis)comfort in your absence.

the short film that i worked on from mid november to the end of december! i've already received my score so i think i'm allowed to post it now. it's the first short film that i've ever made & i don't have a lot of experience in animation & and know NOTHING about sound design so please ignore the flaws v__v pretend they don't exist.

animated in adobe photoshop & adobe premiere pro

for the background noise / music i downloaded a few lmms files that i found online and played around with them a little bit

[louisupdates]

5 Seconds of Summer paying tribute to Liam Payne, via IG story [18.10.2024]

[retro-plasma]

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 8 part 1

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9] ep9 [1][2][3][4][5][6])

EPISODE EIGHT. fasten your seat belts, get ready for some turbulence, nobody panic. things are going to become fucking sad, but you're going to be okay. yay?

for a fleeting moment at the beginning of the episode you get the mad hope that alice survived - that rio is going to spare her, somehow

but the camera keeps spinning, keeps spinning, and we're upside down. this show is so good at evoking uncanny vibes with simple practical effects. not to mention the great callback to lilia flipping the room at the end of last episode. we are on the other side now, we're not in kansas anymore.

and this is of course rio collecting alice's soul, and it's where she disappeared to at the end of episode 5. I find rio's choices here so brilliant, because we know that she chooses the way she appears to souls. she is not being mean per se, she's woken alice up so gently and she's talking in a soft voice. but she looks fucking scary too, there is no questioning who she is or what she's doing here. indeed alice doesn't question her former companion being the grim reaper. it's like, rio is willing to go slow, but alice still needs to know right away that there is no escape.

alice's quiet devastation as she sees her own dead body. as much as I would have liked to see lilia walk away with her Death, I'm so glad we got alice instead. lilia died on her own terms and on such a high note. alice's story needed to take one last breath. literally.

this whole scene to me perfectly encapsulates the message of the show. beautiful, strong alice, alive one moment and gone the next, just like that. how can one come to terms with that?

words that sound mocking, but aren't. it's like accusing the ocean or the stars of being cruel. nature doesn't carry any ill intent, it simply exists.

but look what happens next. rio's smile fades at alice's despair. because rio is a willing agent of nature and balance, but also - and that's the brilliancy and tragedy of this character - rio is capable of love. she has an impossible job and she's damn good at it, but it takes a toll. she bent the rules of nature once, for the one person she loves more than the universe itself. she won't go that far for anybody else, but she has gotten to know alice, she felt true companionship with her - alice's loss is hurting on a personal level.

I've seen so many 'alice's death doesn't sit right with me' takes. YEAH, YOU THINK?!! alice's death is AWFUL. she lived all her life under this horrible curse and died one moment after liberating herself. all her hopes, all her goodness, all her potential, gone. it's MONSTROUS. it's UNFAIR.

it is monstrous that people (and children, dear god, children!) die all the time of disease, or wars, accidents, calamities. go scream at the sky about it. see if it answers back.

you died protecting someone. it's so matter-of-factly.

have you ever watched blade runner 2049? (if you haven't major spoilers ahead). ryan gosling's character, a replicant, believes he might be special, a chosen one, but turns out he was just a cog in the machine. he dies protecting harrison ford who is of course the real hero of the story. the bittersweet implication being that he didn't die in vain, that no matter how small his role in the overarching story, his life mattered and is worth remembering. but he still died alone and bleeding under the snow. it's a much bleaker message than the sweeping hero tales of old, but is not completely devoid of hope.

rio wishes to give alice's brief existence some closure, some meaning. alice died selflessly, doing something she truly believed in: isn't that worth something?

and yet. alice is still dead, all of rio's good intentions won't spare her. we do need to be kind to each other and uphold our humanity in the face of tragedy, even if it hurts like a bitch, even if it won't change a thing. be kind, if you find the strength for it. create meaning where there isn't. it's all we have in common. it's all we can do.

alice visibly recoils at rio's words. they're not enough, nothing is ever going to be enough.

and that's why I think rio had to look so damn scary in this scene, even if she's being patient and so gentle under the circumstances. her role as Death has to come before her personal feelings, that is her job and her choice.

oh, alice. my sweet alice.

lilia saw Death coming and went willingly. alice said no and cried as she stepped through the threshold. again, I am SO glad we were shown this. she wasn't as brave as lilia, but I dare you to call her a coward or to love her any less.

GOD jen's ear-piercing SCREAM. what did I just say about lilia's death being better? screw that. death is an equalizer. nobody is spared.

jen has held it together so far. eyes on the prize, no pity for anyone else involved. look at her crumble.

billy is speechless. this is the third time he has known grief in however many hours, and each time worse than the previous one. he has lost all of his innocence. and the light, the light. everything is green, it's rio, rio, rio.

remember when agatha was so afraid of Death in episode 3 that she tried to break a glass window, and everybody laughed? so funny, wasn't it?

and here she is, fucking terrified, running through green light.

and then she sees her.

your coven is shrinkiiiiiiing. oh it's so nice to finally see her with her crown. I pray and hope to see agatha wearing a crown some day.

first alice, now lilia. I love that it's so heavy, I love all the implications. it was never only about agatha trying to avoid an ex. it's what rio represents, it's what rio did to alice and lilia.

it's what she did to nicky.

except it wasn't her! she's just the ferryman! and if anyone, agatha killed alice and lilia! we just saw rio's heart ache for alice as she collected her soul! they're both lashing out at each other because they can't handle this impossible heaviness between them. agatha is being cruel because she's in pain. rio is being cruel because she's in pain. it's such a mess.

this is all I have in me tonight, fuck this show is too much. and we've just started the episode! there is a lot to unpack, the closer I look at things the sadder it gets.

go to episode 8 part 2

[traumadumpwriter]

Freedom

John Shelby X OC 🥃

Alice Shepherd had always been an interest to the Shelby brothers, ever since they were all kids. Especially John. They grew up on the same estate, with the same traditions and same rules - but she was never the same as them, or as anyone else. From the angry scars covering her body to the mess inside her head - no one quite understood her. So when she manages to escape her arranged marriage and return to Small Heath after years of being supposedly 'dead or missing' things quickly get chaotic again.

Lots of angst! But also lots of fluff!

Trigger warnings for graphic content; abuse, assault, violence, torture, blood, alcoholism, drug use, self harm, ptsd, grief, time period typical misogyny

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight

Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve

Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen

Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty One

Part Twenty Two | Twenty Three | Twenty Four

Moodboard

[pixelatedblues]

Meet the Cole Residence

With the recent death of Terrence, loving husband and father, the Cole family is learning to live with grief. Anika, the new widow, is pushing through the tears. Devonte is coping by taking up basketball to impress a boy like he told his dad he would. Demi, the youngest, is determined to learn how to ride her bike even if her instructor is no longer around.

[awkward-sultana]

"Grief will keep you reaching back for what is

not there."

-Adrianne Kalfopoulou, “Poem in Pieces, a Log,” A History of Too Much

[mylittleredgirl]

sometimes it’s “oh for some reason humans are designed in a way where grief is an eternal process” and sometimes it’s “it was years ago but also next week because my body recognizes how the light falls in mid-april” and sometimes it’s just being toddler-coded to want my mom when i am very very tired

[mysimsloveaffair]

While Dub is eating his meal, Maia steps into the hallway, drawn by a series of mournful meows from Majesty. At first, she doesn’t see what has Maj so upset—but then she spots Hiro lying still and lifeless. Her heart sinks as she realizes that Dub’s beloved dog and longtime companion has passed away.

Maia pulls out her phone but hesitates. This is yet another loss for Dub, and she hates to be the one to deliver the news. She can assuredly count herself among those losses, and adding to his burdens feels cruel. But it has to be her—there’s no one else.

Maia takes a deep breath and presses the call key.

[chxrrywines]

I need to know more about cat dad Sam omg

instead of a dog, dean instead rescues a scruffy little calico cat and calls her miracle. he’s the one who takes her home, baths and feeds her, so it’s the end of his bed that she sleeps on, it’s him who she follows around the bunker meowing for food or to play. sam gets stared down across the room when he comes in to ask dean a question or to grab something from the fridge.

he doesn’t manage to even touch her before dean dies. dean is gone and the only living things in the bunker are sam, and little miracle.

he doesn’t even see her for a day. in that time he takes dean home, wraps and burns his body, and cries outside until he can make himself go inside and shower. it’s only when he comes out of the shower that he sees miracle outside of dean’s shut bedroom door (the one he shut so he didn’t have to see the lack of dean inside) meowing to get in. he goes to pet her but she doesn’t let him, and he gets that, so he backs off and reluctantly cracks the door open to let her run inside.

he doesn’t expect her to then follow him into the kitchen, still meowing. and he’s upset and grieving and just wants some silence so he just puts her food out in hopes of shutting her up. it works, she was just hungry, and he feels guilty when she skulks away once she’s fed. he hears her meowing outside of dean’s bedroom door later on and it makes him cry again

this continues for a few days, he only sees her when she gets hungry, and he only hears her when she’s meowing for deans bedroom door to opened that he keeps shutting when he walks past it and having to re open when she wants in. “guess it’s your room now huh?” he grits out one evening, eyes stinging and throat clogging and feeling so horrible about everything

it’s that night that he’s in bed so tired that he can’t fall asleep that his door creaks open, and there’s a little mrrr as miracle jumps up on his bed. he reaches to touch her, she doesn’t let him, so he rolls over and let’s her curl up beside him where eileen used to sleep.

it’s like that for a week, until she finds him crying in the library because he found some photos that he wasn’t ready to look at. he doesn’t notice that she’s there until she’s nudging his leg and when he reaches a hand down she lets him pet her, leans into his touch and purrs at the contact. he pets her until he stops crying, by which point she’s curled up in his lap asleep. that night she sleeps beside him, only after he’s sat and pet her again, and it’s only the next day that he leaves the bunker for the first time in a week to buy a cat collar, some cat food, and a cat bed.

she doesn’t sleep in her bed, she sleeps beside him in the spot she claimed as hers